unfolding brilliance

the more introspective i become

the deeper i look into the abyss that is my soul

the more i realize that i do not know myself

who am i? 

love hate sorrow joy learning loving breathing creating singing playful sick tired awkward breathtaking simple extravagant edgy luscious enigmatic graceful sinful pure hungry messy ocd anxious annoying timid extraverted epic solitary moving chaotic dreamy addicted board longing 

i am full.

i have so much in my head. 

when i write the cohesive element drifts away as i grasp for a solid thought.

i think in circles not in straight lines.

dizzily sometimes i make it from point a to point b.

other times i do not.

i am learning that the woman inside of me longing to break free,

is being held captive by the childlike version not wanting to let go.

seeking a tryst i wish to merge them into one.

and yet the duality rages.

i am lost in their confusion.

simply trying to break free.

will the real me please stand up?

will she become solid?

real?

this is the augustine adventure

one day i will be simply augustine.

tomorrow come hither!